Banana Bread
My mother felt an epiphany of sorts last night and decided to make the first loaf of homemade banana bread in about 3 years. But, that’s just an approximation, and it doesn’t really matter because it tasted really fucking good. She’s going to make another loaf with a different recipe and shit, but I just want more.
My girlfriend is heading off to Georgia Tech today to go rendezvous with some old Drama Camp pals. I hope she has fun. I have no car, no rides, and it’s just me and my sister at the house. That should be alright, even though she’s addicted to facebook and her attention span thus drops to zero whenever she’s sitting in the same black chair as I am right now. “Just a phase, just a phase,” I repeat to myself. “I did the same thing freshman year.” Her brain activity has nothing to do with me, except for when I need to use the computer. Then it escalates to an all-out war of attrition between the addict and the weirdo. I’ll leave it up to you to decide who is whom.
But enough ranting. Now, for something completely different.
I need new shorts.
